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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu unto you, Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we have received orders to sail to old England
We hope in a short time to see you again

19th May, 1888 — The beach at the Sanditon, at this event
The anxiousness with which she was awaiting news about the teaching position at Hogwarts had brought her right back to the days spent in anticipation of her OWL and NEWT results, a relentless season of biting her nails down to mutilated stubs. Speaking of seasons, however, it was nearly summer. Which meant the Welsh weather had been persistently wet. Irvingly had been rather better, recently, but Carmelina had been restless even in the sunshine there.

But she had heard that the Sanditon was opening for the season, and decided - well, now was as good a time as any. A weekend away would do to keep her mind churning over what the Hogwarts governors might be discussing at this very moment, or indeed what she would do with herself next if she did not get the job. Go back to her old life, she supposed. It would be different without Walter. But she would cope. She had, after all, found her feet out there - on digs and doing research - for herself, eventually!

The boardwalk had not kept her attention long. Instead, Carmelina had descended to the beach. Even with its warming spells, Sussex was not quite the same as the Mediterranean, the islands of Greece or the beaches of Turkey, its sands a shallow sight compared to the deserts of Egypt. It felt decidedly more English, surrounded by people in their English fashions, licking ice creams, building sandcastles, dipping their toes hesitantly in the water -

It was rather sweet, though, all of it, with a refreshing breeze rolling over from the sea and rustling through the folds of her clothes (and coaxing more flyaway curls of her hair into her face with every passing minute) as she leant against a rock looking out across the beach. Journal in her grasp and tongue caught between her teeth, Carmelina had distracted herself from her original purpose and taken up drawing one of the nearby guests in careful strokes of chalk and pencil. She supposed she ought to be drawing landscapes, as ladies did - or a still life, something she was better practised at from her work - but she had been determined to capture a particularly expressive face; in alternating her gaze between her page and her covert subject, she hadn't realised quite how obviously she was staring. Her eyes had been on her drawing for the past few minutes, utterly engrossed, which was possibly why she hadn't noticed anyone approach her rock until they were at her shoulder.

As it was, a voice spoke out of the blue; Carmelina started, nearly slipping off the rock in shock, her journal dropping unceremoniously onto the sand.
With ice cream had and the boring pleasantries taken care of, Louisa had found herself needing some time to herself. While she did quite enjoy the social scene at times, she found she quite enjoyed her solitude as well. Her mother had accompanied her but had decided she'd rather sit on a bench near the beach instead of to actually wander along it with her daughter. She was still close enough to be seen though so still respectable per propriety's standards.

She hadn't meandered far when she took note of a couple of other young ladies clearly in some sort of heated discussion. She couldn't help but to shake her head slightly with a small smirk on her features knowing full well the young woman known for making overly exaggerated facial expressions when she told her likely made up stories. She, however, apparently hadn't been the only one to take note of them.

Making her way toward the woman with a sketch pad who had been staring at the group, she noticed that she was actually capturing quite the likeness of the lady in question. Except for the nose, it didn't seem quite right. But perhaps that was because she'd seen Miss Facial Expression up close before. "The nose isn't quite right," she said simply, glancing over the woman's shoulder at the sketch up to the lady again, "It's actually a bit more like she's pressed it against a glass. More flat."

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